Alpha's Twins Chapter 88

**Adrian's POV**

The moment I crossed the border, this overwhelming urge hit me—I wanted to turn around, drive back, and bring that woman to my pack. Hell, I should've stayed put until the DNA results came in. But that pack belonged to her brother, and if my gut was right about this, nobody would be able to stop me from claiming her and those kids.

*Am I really thinking about her again? Wasn't this supposed to be just about the children? What the hell would I even do if she came back?* I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts.

Every time I closed my eyes, her tear-streaked face flashed in my mind, dragging up memories from when she was still my wife.

I used to hate her guts. Every chance I got, I'd remind her of the betrayal, how she'd played me. Back then, her eyes would fill with tears just like they did today. I'd always convinced myself it was all an act, but something felt different this time. Like maybe... maybe she wasn't faking it.

So why couldn't I believe her when she kept insisting she'd slept with another man?

There wasn't a shred of evidence pointing to those twins being mine, so why couldn't I just let this go? Why was my gut screaming at me that she was lying?

My phone buzzed with a text from Patric, asking when I'd be back. I shot him a quick reply—on my way.

As I was about to put the phone away, I accidentally opened my photo gallery. There it was—that adorable drawing of a family with two little kids.

I remembered Aria taking the picture after she finished her masterpiece. She'd told me she'd tried drawing the dad's face so many times but could never get it right. Today was different, though. Today she nailed it.

Looking at it now, I was pretty sure she'd drawn her family—her parents and her brother. It hit me hard, thinking about this little girl growing up without a father.

"I swear, the minute those results come back positive, I'm bringing both you and your brother home. You deserve to have your dad around, not live like some... forgotten kid," I muttered, locking the phone.

The four-hour drive back to my place should've worn me out, but I was wired. Like electricity was coursing through my veins.

I got out and told my driver to get some rest. The guy looked at me like I'd grown a second head—apparently, I don't usually do the whole caring boss thing.

When I walked into my apartment, the sun was just coming up. Patric was already there, pacing around my living room like a caged animal.

"I've been waiting for you," he said, jumping up from the couch.

I nodded and headed toward my bedroom.

"Where are you going?"

"To shower."

"Are you kidding me right now? I'm losing my mind over here, and you want to take a shower? Adrian, are you serious?"

I could hear the desperation in his voice. He was talking about the DNA test, obviously.

I turned back to him. "Give me five minutes. I need to clear my head first."

He didn't try to stop me, so I went to my room. The cold water felt good, helping me think straight. I wasn't planning on sleeping anyway—figured I'd head to the office after this.

As the water ran down my back, I leaned against the shower wall and thought about Natalia.

If those kids were mine, why the hell did she sign the divorce papers? What was going through her head? Why lie to me about sleeping with someone else? Was she planning to run off with another guy?

Just the thought of her with another man made my jaw clench. Even after all this time since the divorce, I still couldn't stand the idea.

I got dressed in a fresh suit and walked out, toweling off my hair.

Patric was still pacing, looking like he was about to have a nervous breakdown.

"Okay, now can you tell me what the hell happened yesterday?" He sounded like he'd reached his breaking point.

I told him everything. His eyes went wide when I got to the part about the kids being mine.

"Adrian, we need to wait for those test results. You can't just assume they're yours."

I shot him a look that could've melted steel. "I felt a connection to those kids. When that boy kept his distance from me, it actually hurt. And that little girl... it was like she belonged with me."

Patric looked confused, probably thinking I was jumping to conclusions. But I knew I was right.

They were mine.

"Did you find a doctor?"

Patric nodded and dialed a number, putting it on speaker.

I told the doctor he'd get everything he needed, but I wanted those results ASAP.

The guy sounded terrified when he heard my voice, but he agreed and said it was an honor to help me out.

Usually, I went to Dr. Harold for everything—injuries, family health issues, you name it. But this was too sensitive. I couldn't risk it.

"You'll be well compensated," Patric told the doctor before hanging up.

He looked at me. "What if the results come back negative? What then?"

Before I could answer, another voice cut through the room.

"What reports?"

I turned to see Lynda walking in. I'd left the door unlocked, so she just strolled right in.

She stepped closer, her voice soft and sweet. "Adrian, are you keeping secrets from me?"